start to rise up, slowly rolling my hips at first, until I’m dripping down him, and then I lift and drop. His hands grip my ass, helping me as I fuck him, impaling myself over and over on his thick dick. The squelch of it’s loud in the room, even over my breathing and the pounding of my heart.
“God, Angel, you’re so perfect. Too fucking perfect. Look how pretty you are riding your daddy’s dick. Does it feel good?”
“Yes, Daddy, fuck, I-I—” I shake my head with a moan and press my hands to his chest, leaning in to kiss him as I twist my hips. I feel him hit that spot inside me that has me almost screaming into his mouth. He swallows it, his tongue duelling with mine as his hands take over, helping lift and drop me faster and faster, until I scream my release into his mouth. My pussy clenches so hard he groans, and I see fireworks, my body trembling from the force of it. But he doesn’t stop moving my hips, fucking through my tight pussy and the orgasm.
“That’s it, Angel, you look so fucking perfect when you come, I can feel it dripping down my cock,” he rasps, and when I flicker my eyes open, he’s watching his cock drive in and out of me.
“Tyler,” I gasp.
He grunts and suddenly lifts me. My head spins as I’m turned, dragged back along his lap, and impaled on his cock, making me scream as he drives through my still fluttering center.
He presses my back to his chest as he lifts and drops me onto his cock. My eyes are locked on the door, and his hand is right on my throat. “Remember how you watched me? Even in the dark, this body of yours rolling and fucking him, yet all you did was watch me, your chest heaving, lips parted, and eyes wide. You were fucking astounding. I wanted to take you from him, to show him just how to make you scream…like you just did, Angel. You scream so prettily with a cock inside you, with a real man fucking you.”
He drives up into me so hard, I swear I feel it in my belly. His hands are possessive as our slick bodies move together…his thick, hard cock taking me again and again. It’s too much. I’m limp in his grip, letting my daddy do whatever the hell he wants to me.
The squelch of our joining is loud, a testament to how wet I am, and he knows it. He chuckles into my ear as his fingers trace down my stomach and pinch my clit, making me cry out. “My dirty angel, what am I going to do with you? You drive me insane, you make me forget what’s right…what’s proper. What I should be doing…”
“Fuck all that and fuck me. That’s what you should be doing,” I pant, rolling my hips into his fingers and cock, already chasing another orgasm—he’s made me greedy for them.
For the pleasure I find in his arms.
What we’re doing is dirty and wrong, fucking on his son’s bed, pretending it’s that night…but it’s hot as hell too. “What would you do if he walked in?” I ask.
“You mean would I stop?” he murmurs, dragging the flat of his tongue along my ear. “Never, you’re mine, Angel. This body is mine.” He pinches my clit in warning. “And I’ll take it whenever I want, however I want, and you will love every second, won’t you?”
I whimper, unable to speak as that peak builds again. He tightens his hand on my hip and smacks my clit hard. “Answer your daddy.”
“Yes! God, yes! Please!” I almost scream, the lash of pain nearly tipping me over the edge, but he keeps me there, riding that knife’s edge of release and torture, dragging it out, showing me exactly who my orgasms belong to.
Daddy Tyler.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” I chant. “Please, God, please, Tyler, I need to come, please. Daddy, make me come on your fat cock. I want to feel you fill me, to watch it spill from me onto his sheets.”
He grunts and his hips stutter, and then he fucks me for real. No more nice, teasing Tyler. He powers into me with hard, quick thrusts, forcing me to ride his cock, bouncing on it as he takes me.
And from one stroke of his cock to the next, I come so hard, I black out.